The Lycan's Promise

Chapter four: Authors' pov (Chapter not finished)

Chapter four: Authors' pov (Chapter not finished)

Authors Note: This Chapter is dedicated to helping my readers understand Neo and Zain before you learn what they're feeling during this hard time with Jade. I do want to warn you that this chapter has child abuse along with alcohol abuse. It won't be pretty and I'm not one to go easy on detail. So please be warned that this chapter will only contain these two subjects and how Neo and Zain handled it along with how they felt during that time. If anyone is uncomfortable with this subject, please skip this chapter. Also, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it because I love to write about my character's pasts :)

TW:

Child Abuse (Child+parent s*x, Beating child, etc)

Alcohol Abuse (Barely mentioned just smelled on his breath)

(This chapter will be in Neo's pov but it will help with learning what they went through)

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Beginning of Chapter Four:

Neo's pov:

Time: 8:30 at night

I hid my body under the blanket as I heard the front door open. Meaning my father was home and I knew soon enough he would come inside my room to get off after his bottle of moonshine. He loved coming into my room at night while Mom was sleeping and playing with my body as I pleaded with him to stop, but he would always ignore my pleas. As a silent tear slid down my cheek at the memories, my door creaked open and my father walked in smelling of beer as he quietly closed the door behind him. I held my breath in anticipation as his footsteps drew nearer to me. I waited until he was right next to my bed before I finally peered out from underneath the covers. His drunken eyes gazed down at the floor, then suddenly locked upon mine. I jumped and pulled the blanket back quickly trying to hide again, but he grabbed the side of the cover and threw it off me. I whimpered trying to fight back but he pushed me backward so that I fell back against the wall. With one hand grabbing the back of my neck, he forced my head upwards until I was looking right at him. In his drunken state, I thought I could see the sadness in his eyes, but I couldn't be quite sure.

He leaned forward, placing his lips on mine. I struggled against him, pleading for him to stop, but he refused my attempts to escape and instead pressed harder, forcing my head further into the wall, he began to grind down on my hips. I tried pushing my father back but it was no use, he was too strong.

I never understood why he was married to Mom if he liked boys so much.

When Dad stopped grinding himself on my hips, I tried squirming away from him, desperate to get away. I struggled but every attempt to break free failed as Dad continued grinding on my hips. He reached his hand down and pulled out the drawer underneath my bed which I hadn't noticed before. I tried to resist as his hands groped around my ass as I squirmed trying to push him off me as best as I could.

Just as I thought I was going to escape, he pulled down my shorts and boxers as he gripped my p***s with his other hand roughly squeezing it until I gasped out loud.

"Oh, baby... Daddy wants your beautiful p***s" he growled as he stroked my c**k with his thumb as he f****d me hard. Dad groaned and began sucking on the tip of my p***s, which he immediately began jerking. I screamed out his name as the pain increased rapidly. Tears began to stream down my cheeks, I could hear muffled snickers and laughing coming from my father as he continued f*****g me. I bit the pillow beneath my head to prevent myself from screaming out loud. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again. My father kept moving his hands up and down my shaft, pumping me harder as he rocked his hips into mine repeatedly. Every time he thrust into me harder, the pain of getting pounded was almost worse than the pain of having my d**k squeezed so badly by my father.

After a few more moments of abusing me, Dad slammed me back against the wall and pinned me there. The pleasure was unbearable. The way he was pounding away at my erection made me scream in pain, but he didn't seem to notice as he continued to thrust into me again and again. My entire backside burned.

I watched in horror as he began licking his lips. The look in his eyes showed pure lust and desire.

"Daddy?" I managed to whisper out, but as soon as I had said it, he grabbed my hips, slamming me down once more onto the wall as his fingers began to slide in and out of my ass.

His face was inches from mine, his breath hot on my face, "You taste delicious baby boy~". He moaned out. He leaned down closer to my face and brought his lips to my ear.

"I need to f**k your ass baby boy~", he cooed as he began to pound harder into me as I cried out in pain, my heart racing and tears streaming down my face.

He pulled his fingers out of me and took a step away, pulling me to a sitting position. "You are very naughty and I am very drunk. It won't be so bad", he purred as he moved my head down and kissed my shoulder, "Come here, Baby. Kiss my beautiful face."

My father's touch disgusted me. "Let's give Daddy a nice, warm bath.", he whispered before standing up. "We'll finish the bath later when we can both relax better." He winked before leaving the room.

Once, I was alone in the darkness and the darkness was only illuminated by the moonlight. I couldn't help but cry out my brother's name in distress as the memory came back to me. I was lying on the forest floor crying uncontrollably as my father beat my brother senselessly. The sound of my father slapping my brother's face sent shivers down my spine, my mind filled with images of the horrible things he would do to my brother when he was drunk and angry. I shook violently as all of the horrible thoughts I had tried so hard to block out replayed through my mind as my father's words played through my ears. My brother Zain was a year younger than me and had endured the same as me at the hands of our father. The thought of my brother being beaten like me made my blood boil with anger. I wanted to hurt that bastard who was beating my brother as he had done to me. I had been trying to convince myself over the past couple of months that I wasn't actually doing anything wrong. That my father was merely testing me, but the pain of knowing that he was hurting my little brother every day drove me crazy. I wanted him dead.

But I knew I couldn't kill him because I was only 8 and he was much stronger than me. I wanted nothing more than to kill the vile beast, especially after everything he'd done. I hated him for making me feel worthless and for ruining my life even though I was a normal child.

I would simply have to find another way to get rid of him. And that's exactly what I did. I was 12 at the time and I was determined to make my father regret ever putting his hands on me or my brother. After my father left the kitchen, I sat on the floor and stared at the empty doorway, deep in thought about how I was going to murder him. But just as I got up, the idea of killing my father crossed my mind. I would sneak into his study late at night, grab the hunting knife he kept hidden beneath the desk and slice open his throat. He wouldn't last long after I stabbed him and his blood would be on my hands forever. What a sweet victory that would be for me! I knew I was a murderer in human form and that I should have felt sad or some kind of emotion that told me I was somewhat human, but all I felt about killing my father was pure victory and a few other emotions I couldn't identify.

I stood up and headed towards the stairs, planning on sneaking to my parent's bedroom before sneaking into their study and cutting his throat. Just as I turned the corner, I ran straight into someone. Someone I never expected to bump into. My brother Zain stood in front of me. A smile spread across my face as I looked up at him. My brother always seemed to catch me in my most vulnerable moments.

He smiled back at me as I hugged him tightly "Hey bro!", he exclaimed as we broke apart.

"What are you doing out of bed, Little Brother?" I asked curiously as I tilted my head to the side. He shrugged as he glanced around the corridor and lowered his voice to a whisper, "I didn't want to be in bed, in.....case you know who visited me," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder at where my dad had gone, I nodded, "What do you have behind you back, Neo?" He asked innocently.

I grinned wickedly and held up a small object behind my back.

"Is that a knife?” he asked as he looked back at me wide-eyed. “Don't tell me you're going to go fishing while Dad is sleeping. You know he hates that and I really don't want to have the other end of his belt tonight," he said worriedly as I giggled at how funny it was that he had forgotten I was capable of taking care of myself.

"It's okay Zain, I'm not going fishing", I reassured him, "I am going hunting though," I replied with a wicked grin plastered across my face.

Zain frowned, slightly confused. "But it's still night. How are you going to get food without waking Dad?"

"I'm not hunting an animal," I said, chuckling. "I'm planning on killing our father," I answered, grinning evilly.

Zain gasped audibly. "No!" he exclaimed, covering his mouth as if to stop himself from saying too loudly something that might wake up my father, "You can't kill father! Don't you remember what happened when Mother tried to kill him?!"

I grimaced at the memories, "That was two years ago, Zain. Plus, I'm smarter than her," I reminded him smugly.

Zain let out an exasperated sigh and then looked anxiously toward my father’s office. “Do you think we can do it without waking up Dad, Neo?” he asked in hushed tones.

“Maybe” I replied, shrugging my shoulders.